The old pine log that crossed the swimming hole eventually was replaced by a big Cypress tree that had been cut perfectly to span the river and made an ideal place to sit or stand on. Its forked limbs offered a perfect vantage point for those not in the water.
Some of us teenagers did not have access to running water in bathrooms at home back then, so a hot July or August day at this old swimming hole was pure heaven. I can’t help but chuckle to myself when I remember the fact that most of us skinny dipped, or as we called it, “went naked!”.
I’ve been back to the pine log swimming hole and needless to say, it’s not there. But my memories are …
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